If Chu Feng was by Feng Qiwu's side, he would tell Feng Qiwu why this was. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The ground grid not only locks the space within the range, but also locks the time in a short period of time.

Against a person protected by the ground net, you can't try to attack with a burst - because if the opponent reacts quickly enough to lock the time in time, his own state will stay at the moment when the time is locked.

Against those protected by the net, the offensive should be continuous, and the small injuries accumulated again and again become irreparable - especially for monks below the Great Emperor, because they do not have the ability to unleash enough time locks.

No matter how powerful a ninth-order monk was, the number of times he could activate the time lock would never be five times—beyond that limit, his body would collapse—after all, it was the Emperor's artifact, not some child's toy.

Although Chu Feng couldn't give Feng Qiwu a detailed explanation, Feng Qiwu also guessed that this must be the effect of the net surrounding heaven and earth, otherwise it would not make sense.

Feng Qiwu narrowed his eyes slightly, he took a deep breath, and countless red needles surrounded him, each of which pointed the tip of the needle to the net intertwined by iron cables.

Feng Qiwu chose the most barbaric and violent way.

He wants to use the emperor's weapon and fight the emperor's weapon.

He has enough confidence in being pervasive.

In an instant, the dense red needles were like swarms of locusts raging across the entire sky, endlessly, with no end in sight.

And Fengqiwu is the nest of the locust, hatching wave after wave of locusts.

The sound of clanging and crisp collisions is endless, high and low, one after another, gradually from crisp to extremely noisy and chaotic, and very harsh.

And whether it is Feng Qiwu or Na Nu, they are extremely calm at the moment, and they can even be described as tranquil - because the competition they are having at the moment is the most dangerous.

It's like two children, each with a sword in their hand, and instead of slashing with a sword, they're slashing with a sword -- and if they're not careful, it's not the enemy who will be hurt the most, but themselves.

Feng Qiwu has to operate with all his might, and the woman has to be forced to confront the ground net head-on, at this time, whoever withdraws his strength first, who will fall into passivity - they have already estimated the opponent's ability, so they are unwilling to fall into passivity, once they fall into passivity, they are not sure to regain the initiative to grasp.

They can only grit their teeth and use all their strength to run the props that are not something they can play with at this level, unless both of them stop at the same time out of fear, or until one of them is drained by their own imperial weapon until they die.

It was impossible for Feng Qiwu to give up and retreat, so the collision between the iron cable and the red needle continued, and Chu Feng finally took advantage of this time to come to the position two thousand three hundred miles northwest that the woman was pointing to.

Standing in the sky and looking down, this place is still a vast Gobi Desert, except for the scorching sun and sand and gravel, there is nothing in the field of vision.

But Chu Feng felt that there was an unusual place in the Gobi Desert below-that place was like a spring, and spiritual energy was constantly escaping from it, making the concentration of spiritual energy in this space far higher than that of other places nearby.

Following the direction of the increasing concentration of spiritual energy, Chu Feng quickly came to this spring, which was suspended at a distance of about seventy or eighty zhang from the ground.

Standing in front of this fountain of aura, Chu Feng felt as if he felt a beam of light shining on his face.

Chu Feng knew that behind this spring, there was another small world, and that small world's abundant spiritual energy would cause the current situation, behind this spring...... It was Chu Zi'er who was still waiting for him, Senior Brother Mu who sacrificed everything to save him.

Whatever is behind this spring, he must go.

For those who believe in Him, for those who believe in Him.

Chu Feng took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hand towards the spiritual spring.

As soon as Chu Feng's hand touched the fountain of spiritual energy, he felt a great gravitational pull, forcibly pulling his body and pulling him towards the fountain.

Chu Feng was on guard, but he didn't resist, because this attraction was just pulling him towards the depths of the spring, wanting to pull him to the world on the other side of the spring, and this was exactly what he wanted to achieve.

In an instant, the world in Chu Feng's eyes began to distort, and all the scenes in the night seemed to be artificially circled.

In the distance, the roots of the withered poplar grew together with its treetops, converging on a branch.

At the end of the earth, there was a starry sky, and in the starry sky there were mountains, and the stars dotted the earth, and he stepped on the starry sky that swirled into a whirlpool.

All of these distorted images quickly curl up and curl up, and then all shrink into a hole, causing all the scenery to fall silent again.

But this change was only an extremely brief moment, just a moment of darkness, a piece of light appeared in front of Chu Feng's eyes.

All the scenery that had collapsed into that singularity swirled and expanded outward for a moment, and then, in a short moment, opened up to form a new world.

It is very different from the vast Gobi Desert, where the sky is blue and echoes with the green grass that spreads across the land.

A mountain range stretches out in the center of the view, and around the most majestic peak in the very center, the mountains bow down.

The breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of flowers and plants, mixed with a few clear cranes from the churning white clouds in the mountains.

It's as hazy and beautiful as a fairyland, it's out of place with the world, out of place with the outside world, and makes the world wonder where they are.

Chu Feng looked around and didn't see a single figure, but he found a stone tablet in the distance.

The stele was no more than a man tall, and the surface of the stele was already covered with mottled cracks, and even the edges and corners had become incomparably smooth and rounded, apparently eroded over a long period of time.

On the front of the stele are two more indistinct texts that seem to indicate exactly where this place is.

Chu Feng slowly walked to the stele, looked at the words on the surface of the stele, and frowned slightly.

When he read the ancient book that the old man had given him, he had already written down all the words in the Six Realms that had been known to the world for nearly 100,000 years—but they were not among the words he knew—in other words, most likely, they were from much older times.

Chu Feng slowly stretched out his hand and put it on the stele, the stele was slightly cool in his hand, lubricated like jade, making Chu Feng inexplicably feel refreshed.

Chu Feng's expression was a little surprised, because the material of this stone tablet was ...... It is an extremely cherished requiem ice jade, in the current Six Realms...... It has not been sent to anyone for more than 80,000 years

It's over.

And although the Requiem Ice Jade is lubricated, it is also extremely hard, even a monk at the peak of the ninth order is difficult to leave too deep traces on the Requiem Ice Jade, and there is no substance that can etch the Requiem Ice Jade.

However, at this moment, such a large piece of pure requiem ice jade stood here as a boundary monument.

However, at this moment, this requiem ice jade, which is difficult to be etched, is full of traces of time.

How many years has it been here?

Here, what is the place that has such confidence?

Chu Feng looked at the boundary monument in a daze, and then he began to disassemble the somewhat vague words—he was working backwards based on his process of changing the glyphs of the characters of the various races of the Six Realms over the past 100,000 years, and he wanted to see what these two words were.

Outside of this world, there are two more people fighting each other.

The sky is full of iron cables, and the sky is full of red needles.

The collision of gray and red still did not stop, even though the surrounding area had long since changed from a Gobi to a desert, and the plants and animals that had stubbornly rooted here were all turned to ashes in the continuous impact, and all that was left was a dead silence.

Blood appeared on the corners of Feng Qiwu's mouth, and he could also see blood on the corners of the other party's mouth.

He knew that his red needles had cracked in the constant collision, but he also saw that the iron rope that surrounded Zhou Tian was full of cracks.

It is true that his cultivation is inferior to that woman, but his imperial weapons make up for his disadvantage - they are evenly matched, so they are destined to lose both.

If that person was still here, Feng Qiwu would have persevered even if he had lost both, but now that the man was gone, there was no point in losing both sides - yet the woman bit him like crazy and refused to let him go - as if he had to fight until one of them died.

Feng Qiwu gritted his teeth fiercely, took a deep breath, and gasped with some difficulty: "Enough......"

Feng Qiwu just opened his mouth and was distracted, and the pressure he was under suddenly surged, as if a Mount Tai was pressed on his shoulders, and Feng Qiwu's seven orifices were overflowing with blood.

Feng Qiwu held the rest of the words in his throat - since that woman had no intention of stopping, then fight!

Fight until one dies!

Never die!

Feng Qiwu's eyes turned blood-red, and his black hair rose up, like a mad demon.

With Feng Qiwu's madness, the red needles that continued to shoot out became more and more surging and surging, and the sound of the red needles colliding with the iron cables instantly became a tsunami with no low tide, no prelude, no aftertaste, and only a never-ending deafening.

One by one, the red needles shattered, the rings of iron cables disintegrated, the space became distorted, and the earth could not withstand the pressure and began to sink slowly.

"Ahh

At that moment, the red needles turned into powder and dissipated in the hurricane.

At that moment, the iron cable shattered into a cloud of fragments and scattered in the wind.

At that moment, both of them flew upside down in opposite directions like kites with broken strings, and then landed, tumbling, and vomiting blood.

Feng Qiwu didn't know how far he had rolled, and how many of his bones were still intact, he just looked at the sky and smiled a little sarcastically when he finally stopped rolling—his imperial weapon was finished.

Feng Qiwu closed his eyes a little tiredly, while Chu Feng widened his eyes wider.

He was a little unsure of the answer he had found.

Because the answer is-

Kunlun.

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